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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.