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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Motions to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.