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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fire Engines to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Slave,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.