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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Index,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.