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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 The Remains to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.