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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.