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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.