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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.