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 Croatia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
UT,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.