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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.