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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.