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 Sweden 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.