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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.