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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
UT,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.