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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Can,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.