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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.