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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Slave,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.