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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.