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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.