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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
the Association,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.