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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.