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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.