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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.