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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.