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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Slave,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.