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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.