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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Smog,
MDC,
Swans,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.