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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Nico,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.