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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.