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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.