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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.