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 Uruguay 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
The Dead C,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.