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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.