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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Crime,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.