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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.