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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.