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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Crime,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Pole,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.