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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.