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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Fear to the grime 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.