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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.