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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.