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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.