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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Gong,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.