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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.