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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.