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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Rapeman,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Monks,
The Move,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.