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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.