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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.