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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.