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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.