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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.