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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.