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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 guitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.