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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
The Martian,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.