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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.