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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Nico,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.