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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.