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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 mellotron 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.