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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.