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 Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Red Krayola to the rock 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.