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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.