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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Crime,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.