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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.