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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.