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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.