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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.