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 Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the grunge 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
cv313,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.