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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.