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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Erasure,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.