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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.