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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.