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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.