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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.