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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
cv313,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.