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 Algeria and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.