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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.