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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.