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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Niagra to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.