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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.