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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.