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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Index,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.