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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.