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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.