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 Colombia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.