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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
The Names,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.