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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.