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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.