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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.