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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Sparks,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.