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 Azerbaijan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.