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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Suicide to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.