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 Croatia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.