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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.