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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.