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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.