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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.