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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.