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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.