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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.