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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.