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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
UT,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.