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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.