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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave 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 Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.