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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.