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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.