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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.