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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.