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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Wings,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.