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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.