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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.