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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.