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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.