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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Move to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.