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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.