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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.