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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.