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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.