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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.