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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.