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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
New Order,
the Swans,
Monks,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.