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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.