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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
DNA,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.