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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.