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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.