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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.