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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Fear,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
The Index,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.