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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Scion,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.