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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Brick,
The Litter,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.