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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Shoche,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.