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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.