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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.