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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.