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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.