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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 organ 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Aswad,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.