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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.