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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Can,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.