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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.