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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.