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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.