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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.