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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.