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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.