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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.