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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.