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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.