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 Tonga 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.