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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Saints to the grime 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.