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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.