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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.