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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.