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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
New Order,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.