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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Slave,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.