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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Pole,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.