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 Belize 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
The Names,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.