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 Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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?
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.