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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Organ,
Das Ding,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.