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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Thee Headcoats 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Fear,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.