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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Aswad,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.