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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.