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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.