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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Rakim,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.