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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.