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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.