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 Nauru 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.