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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.