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 Monaco 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.