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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.