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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.