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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.