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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Lou Christie to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.