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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Echospace 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.