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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.