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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Nas,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.