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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Minutemen to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Visage,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.