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 Ivory Coast 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.