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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.