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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.