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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.