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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.