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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Japan,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.