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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.