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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.