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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Television,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.