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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moleskins to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.