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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.