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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.