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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.