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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight 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?
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.