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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.