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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.