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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Crime,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Magma,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.