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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
The Victims,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.