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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.