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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.