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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.