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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.