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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Can,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.