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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.