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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.