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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.