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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.