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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.