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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 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 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 The New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.