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 Malaysia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Nas to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.