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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Organ,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.