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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis 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?
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
The Sound,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.