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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.