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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Grass Roots to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.