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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.