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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.