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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.