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 Belarus 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.