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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.