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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.