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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
UT,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Suicide,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
cv313,
Motorama,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.