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 Mexico 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.