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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.