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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.