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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.