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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.