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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.