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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Urselle,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.