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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.