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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.