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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.