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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
The Victims,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.