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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.