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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Visage,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.