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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.