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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.