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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.