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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
cv313,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.