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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
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.