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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.