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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.