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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Franke,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.