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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.