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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.