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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.