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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.