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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.