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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Fear,
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.