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 Cape Verde 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Hashim,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.