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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.