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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.