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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.