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 Papua New Guinea 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.