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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review 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?
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.