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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.