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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
The Move,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.