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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.