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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.