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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.