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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.