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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.