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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.