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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.