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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
UT,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.