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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.