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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 the Swans to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
This Heat,
Niagra,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.