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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Ronan,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.