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 Nepal 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.