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 Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.