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 San Marino 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton 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?
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Television,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.