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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.