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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.