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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.