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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.