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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.