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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.