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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.