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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
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Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.