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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Technova,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.