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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Scion,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.