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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 the Germs 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
MDC,
X-102,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.