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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.