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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Nas,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.