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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.