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 Haiti 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
JFA,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.