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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.