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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.