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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.