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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.