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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
ABC,
The Names,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.