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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.