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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.