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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.