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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.