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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.