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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.