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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.