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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.