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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.