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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.