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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.