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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.