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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.