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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Moebius,
New Order,
X-101,
Visage,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Slave,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.