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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.