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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.