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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.