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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.