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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
X-101,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.