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 Sri Lanka 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.