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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.