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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.