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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
the Association,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Model 500,
The Index,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.