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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.