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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.