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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
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.