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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.