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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.