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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.