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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.