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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.