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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.