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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
PIL,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.