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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.