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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.