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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.