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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.