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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya 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?
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.