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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.