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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.