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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.