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 Denmark 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
10cc,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.