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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.