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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.