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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.