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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.