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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.