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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.