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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.