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 Monaco 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.