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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.