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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.