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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.