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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.