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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.