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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.