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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Germs to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.