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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Faust,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.