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 New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.