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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.