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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.