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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Chrome,
Pole,
Sandy B,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.