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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.