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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.