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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.