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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.