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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.