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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
The Move,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.