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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.