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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.