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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.