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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Wings,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.