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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
The Standells,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.