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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.