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 Bhutan 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.