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 Mongolia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.