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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.