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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.