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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.