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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.