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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.