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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.