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 Paraguay 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
New Order,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.