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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.