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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Model 500,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.