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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.