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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Smog,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.