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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
The Litter,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.