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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Can,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.