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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.