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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.