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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.