Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.