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 Malta and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.