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 Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.