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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.