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 Albania and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.