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 Malaysia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.