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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.