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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.