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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.