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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Can,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.