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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.