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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.