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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s 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 Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.