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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.