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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
10cc,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Technova,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.