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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.