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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.