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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.