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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.