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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.