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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
X-102,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.