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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.