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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Chrome to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.