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 Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.