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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.