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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.