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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.