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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Can,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.