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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Joy Division,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.