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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.