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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
UT,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.