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 Kuwait 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Panda Bear 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Wings,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.