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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.