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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.