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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.