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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.