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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.