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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
The Move,
Ituana,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.