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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.