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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.