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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.