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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Visage,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.