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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.