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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.