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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.