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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.