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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
the Normal,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.