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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Wings,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.