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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.