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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.