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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.