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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Schoolly D 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Index,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.