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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.