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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Swans,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.