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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Crime,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.