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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.