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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.