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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.