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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s 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 Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.