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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.