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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Pole,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.