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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Fear,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.