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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Unwound 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.