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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.