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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Wire,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.