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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.