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 Angola 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.