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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.