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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Magma,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.