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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
X-101,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.