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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.