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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.