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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.