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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.