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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.