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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Wire,
Urselle,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.