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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.