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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.