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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.