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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Monolake,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.