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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Swans,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.