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 Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Make Up,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.