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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.