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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.