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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.