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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Japan,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.