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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.