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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.