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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.