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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Vogues to the funk 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Can,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Jandek,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.