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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.