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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.