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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.