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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.