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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne 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?
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.