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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.