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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.