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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.