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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.