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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.