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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.