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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.