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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
MDC,
Mars,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
DNA,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.