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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.