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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.