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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.