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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.