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 Libya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.