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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.