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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.