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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.