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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
The Martian,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.