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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.