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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
MDC,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.