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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
UT,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.