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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.