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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
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.