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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Nico,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.