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 Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.