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 Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.