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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon 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?
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.