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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.