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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.