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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Organ,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.