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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.