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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.