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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Index,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.