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 Ghana 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.