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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.