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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.