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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.