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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
New Order,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.