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 Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
X-102,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.