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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.