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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Organ to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.