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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
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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.